Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Section 25,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.